I'm starting to miss you

I'm starting to miss you but i know this is what we have to do.

We don't talk much anymor, except for letters in the mail and sometimes on the phone

It's ok, it's better tha nothing, seeing x's on the page isn't as good as the real thing

I forget when we last kissed, I wish I was holding onto you, instead of these pages covered in ink

I'm starting to miss you but i know this is what we have to do

I've still got a few of your things, it's mostly clothes and make up, i keep them in my kitchen

My kitchen is where we last kissed. We hugged and said goodbye. It feels like it was only yesterday.

You've only just become good and gone